Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
the Slits,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.